“I’d never laid eyes on Mrs.

Miller before this morning.”

Evelyn gave the witness a single nod and went back to our table.

“Your Honor, we ask to submit our secondary physical exhibits immediately.”

Judge Harrison waved a hand toward the clerk.

“Go ahead, Evelyn.”

Evelyn reached into her accordion file and took out the yellowed 1984 land abstract I’d pulled from behind the closet baseboard in Bennett’s room.

Next to it she set Keith’s four-page bound report on the signature analysis.